By Soma Bose
The screen on Radhika’s beauty parlour window was badly torn, so she appointed a detective to determine the cause of this mystery.
Radhika repaired the net and waited for results.
The detective noticed a tree leaning towards the window, with branches stretched towards a narrow back street.
One day, the detective watched as a man appeared behind the leaves of the tree.
The man jumped on the road, but the detective caught him and found a sharp blade in his pocket.
He confessed the truth. He was hired by another beautician, Radhika’s rival, to damage the screen and harm her business.
The absurd is always fascinating. We lose our souls in so such inane acts. Well done. Clap, clap. The beauty of this story lies in its masterful simplicity.